Before He Xiangdong and his party could even make it out of the Mechanic Valley area, they were spotted by the enemy.
The one who arrived was none other than Golden Sea Immortal Lord, the deputy director of the Peace Bureau.
A broad golden avenue unfurled from the sky, and a four-wheeled golden chariot drawn by eight celestial unicorns cruised down along this gilded path.
Jinhai, clad in a moon-white robe, sat proudly atop the chariot, a smug look on his face.
On either side of the avenue stood thousands of elite Peace Army soldiers, each hovering on flying artifacts, their hands weaving to control divine runes.
Jinhai twirled a handful of interpersonal silk threads between his fingers; the threads were gradually materializing, finally surfacing on a member of the Blazing Fire Society standing right beside He Xiangdong.
"He Xiangdong, if I can't track you down, do you really think I can't find the people around you?"
This tracked Blazing Fire Society member was named Luo Kai, and at the moment, his face was etched with utter confusion.
"Strategist He, I..."
"Don't explain. This isn't your fault. It's likely your identity was exposed long ago, but the Sacred Dragon Society never alerted you to that fact."
When the group escaped from their base, King Zhou had already cast a set of laws on key figures including He Xiangdong and A-Dou, granting them immunity to all tracking methods, including Jinhai's Interpersonal Index Law.
But King Zhou could not bestow this protection on every single member of the Blazing Fire Society.
Some members had their identities exposed long ago. Owing to their low rank within the organization, the Sacred Dragon Society never made a move against them, instead keeping them under constant surveillance. The Sacred Dragon Society referred to these people as "bait".
Jinhai dug up all the social connections of these "bait" individuals. Even if the bait vanished off the face of the earth, he could still pinpoint their location by casting the Interpersonal Index Law on the people close to them.
Jinhai had been chasing down these "bait" for quite some time, and finally, he had found one that was in the company of the Destined One.
Luo Kai drew his blade and stood firm in front of the group.
"Brothers! This is my fault that got you all into this. Go on, I'll hold them off!"
The moment A-Dou heard those words, the veins on his forehead bulged with rage.
"No! I won't let anyone else die for me! We're leaving together!"
Without a second word, Luo Kai swept his blade at A-Dou with the flat of the weapon, sending a surging wave of astral qi blasting upward.
The strike sent A-Dou flying backward.
"Strategist! Take him and run!"
He Xiangdong did not hesitate for a moment. He grabbed A-Dou by the shoulder and unleashed a divine art to make a rapid escape.
Luo Kai was not the only one who stayed behind. Only three people fled with He Xiangdong, while the remaining dozens of members chose to hold their ground.
Sitting on his golden chariot, Jinhai looked down on Luo Kai and the others with nothing but disdain.
"You lowly ants, you overestimate yourselves! If I didn't need you to hook bigger fish, you would have been boiled into a stew to feed pigs long ago!"
A-Dou watched the scenery blur past nonstop as He Xiangdong dragged him along, too fast for him to break free.
He saw Luo Kai and the rest of their comrades fight desperately against the enemy, only to be swallowed by the masses of Peace Army soldiers and collapse in pools of blood.
A-Dou wanted to roar, but the sheer intensity of his fury and grief clamped down on his throat, not letting a single sound escape his lips.
The sacrifice of Luo Kai and the others did not buy A-Dou safety for long.
Jinhai's chariot drawn by celestial unicorns quickly gave chase along the golden avenue.
He took his time, using the threads of his Interpersonal Index Law to gradually erode the protective laws King Zhou had bestowed on He Xiangdong and A-Dou.
"The three immortal kings who came with me to capture this rebel are so powerful they could tear the entire Purple Vermilion Star apart if they wanted to. But when it comes to tracking people, I, Jinhai, am the one who comes out on top!"
Jinhai cackled in utter self-satisfaction.
"This great merit is mine, and mine alone to claim!"
Jinhai pursued them relentlessly, completely at ease with the whole situation.
He Xiangdong was fleeing with A-Dou, accompanied by three Protectors of the Tongtian Realm.
Although the three of them launched attacks at Jinhai from time to time trying to disrupt his tracking, their efforts barely made a dent.
The Sacred Dragon Society had deployed three immortal kings for this operation, a truly extravagant lineup.
If the three immortal kings went all out, they really could shatter the Purple Vermilion Star, just as Jinhai had said.
But they could not do that.
First-class stars were not cabbages you could pick up by the roadside, they were extremely rare. If they destroyed the planet, the Immortal Emperors within the Sacred Dragon Society would hold them accountable.
The Blazing Fire Society only had one resident immortal king stationed on the Purple Vermilion Star, and that was King Zhou.
King Zhou's combat prowess was unrivaled, far stronger than the average alien immortal king.
But he was stuck in a tight spot, having to both oversee the retreat of their people and fend off the three invading immortal kings at the same time.
Fortunately, an unidentified human immortal king stepped in to help during the retreat.
Right now, the five immortal kings were locked in battle out in deep space, their fight still undecided.
This was a tacit understanding between both sides: the Sacred Dragon faction did not want to severely damage the planet and draw the wrath of the Immortal Emperors, while the Blazing Fire side did not want the battle to harm innocent humans or the Destined One. So it only made sense for all five to take their fight out into space.
The three immortal kings from the Sacred Dragon Society were not any less skilled at tracking than Jinhai, but they were far too occupied with the ongoing battle.
This meant Jinhai had stumbled into a perfect opportunity to steal the credit all for himself.
"No way, we can't keep running like this, we'll never escape," He Xiangdong said as he skidded to a halt, turning to the three Tongtian Realm cultivators beside him.
"Brother Lin, you take Zhong Yanqing and go. Brother Yang, Brother Liu, and I will hold Jinhai back!"
The burly man called Brother Lin did not hesitate for even a second. He grabbed A-Dou and set off immediately, not wasting a single moment.
A-Dou's eyes had turned blank and numb.
He stopped yelling and struggling, for he knew that no matter what he said, He Xiangdong and the others would unhesitatingly lay down their lives for him.
A-Dou mumbled to himself in a daze.
"Do I even deserve this?"
He Xiangdong and his two comrades who stayed behind to block the path sliced open their palms with their weapons to draw blood. Their eyes turned bloodshot in an instant, and dark black lines crept across their faces. They were clearly activating some kind of radical, forbidden art.
Jinhai sneered at them.
"The Blazing Fire Society really does love all sorts of crooked, unorthodox tricks, don't you? There's the Core Eruption Art, the Earth-Bound Ghost Chain, and now this... what's it called again? Oh right, the Blood Tide Divine Art!
Tsk tsk tsk. You keep priding yourselves as some great organization here to save humanity, but all I see is a bunch of heretics and deviants!
Our Peace Bureau, and the Sacred Dragon Society, we are the ones who act on heaven's behalf, the true righteous organization!"
After they shed their blood, the cultivation base and aura of He Xiangdong and his two comrades surged drastically. But the bloodthirsty, pained look on their faces made it clear this move came at a terrible cost to themselves.
Just as the two sides were about to clash, a massive pillar of fire came crashing down from the sky!
The fire column was aimed straight for Jinhai.
Jinhai reacted with incredible agility, abandoning his chariot immediately and leaping high into the air to dodge the attack in a flash.
"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!!!"
The terrifying fire column, whose light illuminated half the sky, exploded directly on Jinhai's golden four-wheeled chariot.
The chariot's throne and the eight celestial unicorns pulling it did not even last a single breath before they detonated in a roar, turning into a massive fireball that plummeted down to the ground.
Jinhai was seething with unbridled rage.
"AH! My precious golden steeds! Who did this?!"
"Your father! Fuck you!"
A thunderous shout boomed from the sky.
Jinhai looked up, and to his shock, he saw someone who was supposed to be his own clansman.
A thousand-meter long red dragon, its feet wreathed in scarlet flames. Wait, was that really his father?
But what was even more bizarre was that a long-haired human woman was standing right on top of that fire dragon's head. How could a Sacred Dragon ever let a human stand on top of its head?
When A-Dou heard this voice, he started slapping wildly at Lin the Strongman, who was dashing along while carrying him.
"Uncle Lin! Stop! Stop! Uncle Chen is here! Uncle Chen is here!"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
